キー: D major•
Verse 1
D
Bm
D
Leave them
all burning
Triple six degrees
Heard they started hating
Wanna murder thee
Yung Christ turned to Satan
Bless the devilish
Nowadays I get my joy from
I wasn't average
Pops seen me coming up
Drum roll with the sticks
Hands will fuck your jaw
Chopper, Dalai Lama
Feel like Silk the Shocker
I'm a fucking problem
Streets call me doctor
Screw them then I chop them
Two cups, bottle filled with drugs
Liver on the rotten
Ruger, chopper, Draco
Cult around me Waco, yeah
Violence getting louder
quick to shoot the thang
Ain't a clock to see there
Shoot them, leave them in the yard
Got a bunch of youngins around me
Shoot them, leave them in the yard
Got a bunch of youngins around me
Verse 2
we separated by commas
Yeah, we all the same until we
all destroyed by comets
A
D
A
Alien invasion better
Ruby ain't the problem solver
I'm the cause of all your problems
Bitch, I'm in Nevada
A 51s I got 'em
Snorting blue sand with my
cosmic ensemble
I don't give a fuck if they're pressed
I still bought 'em
Falling down like autumn
Call him duck boy
A
D
Full throttle when I empty out the bottle
When I empty out this clip that's
full of fucking hollows
looking like a model
Scope is never toggled
I was aiming for your nostril
Now, I'm aiming at your
bitch's tonsils
I'm the queen of drama
Fucking up your life?
Yeah, all you gotta do is holler
Bb
A
D
You wanna talk drip?
Catch me in the fucking sauna
Spent a couple dollars just to
make a couple dollars
Bb
A
Am
D
All these bitches say my name as if it's
something like the gospel
All these hoes apostles looking
like they wanna gobble
Looking at me crazy like they've
all been wearing goggles
Po' me up a 4
I'm looking like a fucking waffle
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